Northern Bard: Jill Delaney

As I make my way across the land,

I’m filled with joy in this place so grand.

Rugged mountains spread before my eyes,

Inspiring in me many happy sighs.

Across arctic meadows tiny flowers grow,

while nearby streams and rivers gently flow.

Through the endless sky wispy clouds form,

A grey haze at the horizon signals a distant storm.

While I stop admire the lichens n’ moss,

Herds of caribou graze on land they’ll soon cross. 

This magical land has captured my heart

From this wild place, I shall not part.

Poem Style: Couplet

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